‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. By this time Capes’ hair had bleached nearly white, and his skin had become a skin of red copper shot with gold. “I do not suppose he will be home till late. . “Who will you stop with?” “I shall go on my own. As soon as he had gained his feet, he glanced round the bare blank walls of the cell, and, oppressed by the musty, close atmosphere, exclaimed, "I'll let a little fresh air into this dungeon. \" He commented heartily, wiping the sweat from his brow with his hand.
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